there isn't much that evelynn isn't capable of, as a shapeshifting demon who could dematerialize herself into a cloud of smoke or fall into the nightshade of invisibility at will, and take on the appearance of anyone she wished, real or not. if only she could conjure clones of herself — then, she could dive into a world of immeasurable fun and joy.
for a demon who does not need to sleep, she does tend to enjoy her slumber, but for the eve of evil emperor bachelor's final night before it sunsets beyond the metaphorical horizon, she spent the entire night wandering the moment she left the studio. evelynn is above petty mischief making and parlor tricks and immature, petulant pranks. no, she is greater than that, and she ... how did akali word it? oh, right: evelynn isn't a low - level hater. her heart twists with anguish and aches with a wrenching pain deep in her stomach in knowing that she cannot hurt, maim, or kill, or harm in any fashion, any of the contests that remain — namely, ahri. ahri alone stands in the way of her victory, but unfortunately, that would incur kayn's wrath and, well, it isn't K/DA without its illustrious leader, now is it?
she mulls over everything she has already done while aboard kayn's ship, calling back to the fights in the pits, releasing the universe's most dangerous and foul beasts loose upon general population ... it would be so boring to do the same thing all over again. old, worn, tired, boring.
there's a reason all of the best hits happen just once, right?
she couldn't just slaughter the entire population of the ship. she could, but she can't.
her hair is tied high in her classic, iconic ponytail with a crown of jewels fixed around it, and her bangs are freshly trimmed. today's colors are a mix of pastel lavenders and silvers and black and deep, rich blues, with a lavender corset and white flowers sewn into swirling patterns across the bodice. the jacket she wears is a deep royal blue with lavender accents, and it falls into a beautiful train of frills and lace in a way that makes it look like a dress from behind. the sleeves are tight around her arms, embroidered with sheer lace over glistening satin that shines beneath the lines, and there are beautiful handsewn jewels all along the arms. her pants are high - waisted black, matte leather, with thigh - high laced stiletto boots coming over her knees. evelynn is regal, poised, fatally beautiful.
if looks could kill, she is the curse that sends an entire sea of troops falling to their knees for daring to meet her sun - gold eyes.
she doesn't immediately head out to the studio, even when she's finally ready. no, for one, final time, she wears emperor kayn's form. this time, it's to simply sit upon his throne upon the world and peer down as the ship's people pass and regard her — him — with reverent fealty burning in their eyes. she sees fear, she sees genuine admiration, awe, and perhaps, even true adoration. this is where she wants to be, this is where she belongs. on top of the world with all else minuscule and inconsequential, meaningless beneath her feet.
when she finally has her fill, she descends and disappears around a corner, shifting back into form in the invisibility, and she's in the studio right as people are scrambling, wondering where she is. her answer to tonight's question is easy, and she just has to laugh mockingly when asked. " you're kidding me with this one, right? you can't be serious. right? i've been calling kayn baby the entire show. that's my pet name for him. please. he's my baby. "
